Madman!
Yan Xinxin only felt that this man was insane!
"Mo Chuxi, stop!"
Yan Xinxin gritted her teeth and tried to stop him, her small hands struggling with all her strength to press down on his hand that had already lifted her skirt.
"Didn’t you say you didn’t want the child? Then what do you want now?"
He retorted, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a hint of amusent.
"How can you not rember? That night in the hotel, when you held , you kept saying, ’I want it,’ huh? Yan Xinxin, have you forgotten?"
"It’s not like that!"
Hearing him ntion that chaotic drunken night, Yan Xinxin’s pale face regained a touch of blush.
"That night I was drunk! I didn’t know what I was doing!"
"But I knew perfectly well what we were doing at that ti."
"..."
Mo Chuxi leaned in closer, his warm breath mingling with the faint scent that intertwined with hers.
"Yan Xinxin, I’ll give you one last chance: Do you want this baby or not?"
"I want it! I do!"
Yan Xinxin nodded fervently without hesitation.
Mo Chuxi smiled faintly, so subtly that it was hardly noticeable, and his pale lips landed gently at the corner of her lips, planting two soft kisses.
"Good girl."
"..."
"Yan Xinxin, I want you to rember: being drunk wasn’t the reason for what happened that night. You forced into bed, so you must take responsibility to the end."
"..."
"Don’t forget about tomorrow night’s social event. I’ll head out early, and once you’re ready, I’ll have Ah Ding co pick you up. I’ll make sure Xi is well taken care of, so you don’t need to worry."
Mo Chuxi parted his lips, his hand gently lifting her chin as he gazed at her misty, tear-filled eyes, his heart inexplicably aching.
He didn’t want to explain anything further, but his thin lips still moved in the end.
"Yan Xinxin, I know exactly who the woman sleeping beside is every night. Do you understand what I an?"
So, don’t overthink it.
Mo Chuxi glanced at Yan Xinxin, who seed stupefied, and after saying his piece, he turned and left casually.
Yan Xinxin leaned against the wall, unable to recover for a long while.
She half-understood Mo Chuxi’s aning, but deep down, she also knew that Mu Qianyuan held an extraordinary significance to Mo Chuxi.
Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze, raising her hand to gently touch her lower abdon as guilt surged through her heart.
Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy shouldn’t have acted on impulse.
Your sister has already left, and Mommy won’t let that happen to you...
☆
The next day.
When Yan Xinxin woke up, it was already midday. After getting up, she found neither her son nor Mo Chuxi at ho. All that was there was a note left on the dining table in Mo Chuxi’s handwriting.
Reading the contents on the note, Yan Xinxin turned back to the bedroom, where she finally spotted a square box on the table.
She was about to open it when she received a call from an unfamiliar number, but the voice that ca through was Mu Qianshui’s gentle tone.
Mu Qianshui asked her to go to the sa apartnt as before, saying that her assistant and stylist were already there to help design Yan Xinxin’s look for tonight’s social event. However, due to her own work commitnts, she wouldn’t be able to join her.
Yan Xinxin hesitated for a mont, but eventually took the square box Mo Chuxi had left behind yesterday and went to the apartnt.
When Yan Xinxin arrived, the door was already open, but there was no one inside the house.
She walked slowly toward the familiar display window, where the uniquely ethereal dress was hanging. A trace of anticipation suddenly sparkled in her heart.
"Bang!"
A sudden deafening sound startled her as the door slamd shut, seemingly blown by the wind.
Then ca the sound of knocking from outside.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Is anyone in there?"
Yan Xinxin froze for a mont. That voice... it sounded like Mira?
She hurried toward the door.
"Yes, I’m here! I’ll open the door right away!"
Yan Xinxin responded while turning the door handle, but the handle seed frozen solid—it wouldn’t budge at all!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Yan Xinxin, are you inside? Hurry and open the door!"
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